Then he explained those men were his clients and they loved to fuck slut married women like me; because their own wives were too conservative to pleas...e them in bed…I was angry but I knew he was right: I was a perfect whore now; fucking a strange man behind my loving husband’s back. I was ashamed but part of me was thrilled at the prospect of men wanting to pay money to use my body as a whore.Victor had gone that morning on a quick business trip and would not be at home that night. So, after. "Oh, right." I said sheepishly, my cheeks flushing a little. "Besides," she went on. "As soon as they'd backed up far enough they started deliberately making noise and well, you knew what was up by then."I could go on and on about all the crazy shit we did on that trip, much less throughout the course of our relationship, but today I want to tell you what happened on our way home.We were driving up Interstate 65 which is a straight shot all the way to Nashville, or rather she was driving and I. However, you can fuck your mother if you want too. I don’t mind. Really!”I looked at Mom and she was smiling. Her nipples were hard, her slit was dripping, and her breasts were heaving with every breath.I stood there as Bethany said, “Dad you’re really going to let him fuck Mom?”Dad replied, “Sure! I’ve seen your mother with six guys before she can certainly handle the two of us fucking her.”Bethany gasped, “Six!”Mom said, “It was a long time ago. I’ll tell you all about it sometime.”Mom and I. We continued kissing; she stopped and started to go down on me. Against my better judgment I said, "Hey uh Cindy I just took a leak." Her answer was perfect, "I'm so drunk all I taste is pepperoni." Cindy knew how to suck a dick. My mule was at half-staff, she gently grazed my rod with the back of her hand a few times sending chills up my spine and blood down into my cock. I'm relatively well endowed, seven inches on a really good day. She teased the tip with her tongue making it involuntarily.